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But the thing is, she isn’t right.
I’m not ready to let Caleb go.
I stand up with a mysterious surge of courage, crossing my arms. “I mean, you’re right. Caleb does deserve to know the truth, and I’m going to tell him. But whether or not we want to continue our relationship is up to us. Not you.”
Her mouth gaps open. “How dare you talk to me like that? He’s my son.”
“So what? It’s not like you actually know what he wants. He doesn’t even want to go to Stanford.”
The front door creaks open.
I lean in closer to her. “He may be your son, but he’smyboyfriend.” I spin around on my heels and march out of the living room. I don’t need to hear anymore.
I skid to a stop as I turn the corner.
Caleb's eyes widen as he stands at the front door. “Boyfriend?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
I blush,skirting past him on my way to the door, stuffing my feet into my shoes. The backs bend inwards with a crack, confirming they’re way past their expiration date.
“Hey, wait up,” Caleb says.
I’ve already grabbed my shoe box and bag, and now I’m heading out of the house. I don’t want to spend another minute with his mom, listening to all her reasons why Caleb and I shouldn't be together.
Caleb follows me out, chaotic steps pounding down the porch. I pivot, breathing heavily as I step into their yard instead of using the sidewalk.
“Bec, wait,” he says, fingers grasping the edge of my jacket. “What was that about?”
“She wants me to break up with you.”
“What?”
I turn, stomping my feet into place. “Who is she to tell me to break up with you?” I gesture with the bag in my hand, making it swing at him. “Who is she to assume I'm going to mess things up with us?”
He dodges the bag.
“She could have it a million times worse. You could’ve ended up with some murderer or thief.”
He holds his finger up with a slight cringe. “That—that might be a slight exaggeration. I have a feeling I wouldn’t date someone like that—”
I interrupt him. “Or some girl who likes to party or get drunk or who knows what else. I’m an angel compared to that. I’m the type of girl that stays home and watches the Syfy channel for fun. My idea of a reckless night is sneaking downstairs at 2 a.m. and eating out the ice cream carton instead of putting it in a bowl.”
He laughs. “Oh, wow. You’re bad.”
“I’m just trying to get the point across that you could do worse. Much worse.”
A dimple framed smile stretches across his face. “No one else compares to you. I don’t see anyone else when you’re around. To be honest, I can’t even think about anyone besides you right now.”
My rage begins to calm. “Well, good. That’s the way it should be.”
“Why do you say that?”
“If you want to date me, you better not be thinking about any other girls,” I mumble.
He laughs, biting his lip.“What?” His gaze shies away as he rocks on his heels. “Will you say it for me one more time? Will you call me your boyfriend again?”
I roll my eyes with a smile before looking him straight in the eye. “You’re my boyfriend.”
